Paths
It is around my birthday that I become uncomfortable.
It is the defined time of the year that I become anxious. It's been like this for 110 years now.
Mostly to me it is a reminder of things that are not.
But it's also usually a time of weird things happening.
I'm facing paths.
Weird and unbalanced ones.
Unstable and without promises.
Either way I go, doesn't seem to change much for me. Some seem to lead to enjoyable moments, that may be followed by some regret and pain, while others lead a more familiar and bland path.
It is always the simple gestures that get me.
A kiss, some kind words, or even the slight gift of hope.
Company is usually appreciated, but less important since it is a reflection of a custom in our society.
In the end, I'm left lonely, with a lot to think about. And each day less time to either think of enjoy the stuff I like.
But maintenance must be done... and with it, I must choose paths and products that will result in a better road.
At least I don't put hope in finding a good road anymore. After all, there is now less than 6 years.